Burst
“Troubled souls find dehr way into my eye.” “Troubled? My daddy is in there, isn’t he?... My father was a happy man. He was in love with my mother. And she was…
Butterflies.
Butterflies. You still give me butterflies. And not even the soft little pretty ones, either. No, nothing like those. You give me the loud, violently colored…
Lady of the Spring
dancing out of reach she twirls away, elated just to be alive color on the wind, the children cannot catch her try as though they might so she slips away…
webs
We are not hunters: we are butterflies; it seems our lives are fine-line spiderwebs We taste with our feet , and crawl to the sky; yet the world called us…
Dear Aiden,
For butterflies and wayward hearts, it is impossible to fight their wings inevitably being ripped off at the seams. It makes no sense to have such beauty…
Butterflies like lightening
“Marc, don’t leave!” he slows enough I’m able to get in front of him. “Marcus, look at me, please” I whisper barely audible within the 12 inch distance between…
I Believe
I believe in rainy days that soak in deep to nourish at the root I believe in rainbows of paper butterflies swaying above my head in childish glee I believe in…